OK, I’M NOT SURE..MY FIRST BEER WAS WHILE IN A CAR SEAT PARKED ON TOP OF A BAR STOOL
10
Idiots bring babies into adult venues.
On the other hand, lots of “intelligencia” people bring their babies into abortion clinics to be killed.
15
Gosh I’m old. There’s like me and dirt. I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve ever had an enjoyable time at a bar. Full of stone cold losers that decide it’s their time to prove to you they are physically and mentally superior to you. I don’t miss that shit.
17
I’m not sure why anyone would go to a bar.
I played music in a few bars over the years, and they weren’t shithole bars… but they WERE shithole bars if you take my meaning. They are ALL shitholes. Drunks are drunks whether they wear suits or rags.
25
Neither is in the right. They’re both idiots. Both rude as can be.
15
Neighborhood bars are terrific. Pick up bars are disgusting.
8
I go into bars in a Montana with my kids all the time, it’s where we go to eat out. Everybody does. I don’t think I’ve seen kids in a bar after 8:30 or so. I haven’t been in a bar w/o my kids since they were born. The Stockman in Livingston used to have some of the best prime rib and NY steaks in Montana, you have to go through the bar to get to the dining room. It changed hands, I was there last year and the steak was fantastic, the prime rib, I could take it or leave it.
14
They’re all white so we don’t know. Until the asian comes over and sets the record straight by telling the lady to leave the mother alone. Would have been better if she were black or a tranny looking to expose itself to the baby, but in this instance we have to settle for the asian.
What? That’s exactly how things operate in Joe Biden’s America.
6
The lady complaining should keep her mouth shut, but when you get a few drinks under your belt it’s tough for some to keep to themselves – which is why kids should not be close to the bar.
The mom didn’t seem lit up, so there’s that.
6
I hope I’m not a hypocrite.
I can get drunk 7 days a week, but when I’m drunk I want to play Tonk, or throw dice. And laugh the whole time.
It’s the sober me who wants to hang everybody. Put the motherfuckers on pikes.
8
I remember my mom and stepfather taking me to a bar when I was maybe 6 or 7 years old. Sometimes they’d set me up with a short glass of beer. The old drunks would buy me snacks or give me quarters, and my stepfather taught me how to play pool. I grew up living with my dad so I only saw mom and stepdad a couple times a year. I never told my dad about the trips to the bar.
10
At 11 seconds the mother says they are waiting for the bill to leave. Everything the b***h has to say after that is just her being an a-hole. A drunk a-hole. She ain’t pretty enough to cover that ugly. Who would want that in their life an a daily basis?
Our fave local bar in Lake Geneva also had restaurant seating. Families did come there to eat, but no kids were there at closing time.
9
The bar owner is the ONLY 9NE whose thoughts matter.
4
I’ve got a couple really good bar stories. LOL. Actually one after we were married. Holy shit. I think I’m glad I’m old. Good night. Again.
5
smokie bar? should not do that to a kids lungs.
My uncle owned an Italian restaurant and bar.
My mother was a bartender there. She would make them Shirley Temples.
They did have a few booths to eat at. We would bring the kids in.
If it had been a dive bar with no food or relatives the kids wouldn’t have been brought in.
3
Here is a True Story Bar Fight Tale
Mississippi Style
There once was a neighborhood
It no longer exists today
Probably under New Exit Off Ramps and Bridges
Only lived there about a year
Pre-Hurricane
Post-Hurricane was lived in a different house
Neighbor on one side was a Navy man
Black Hole Sun he jammed when Home
Neighbor on the other was an Oil Rigger
Way out in the Ocean Rigs
Was gone 2 weeks at a time
When he was Home he worked on his cars
Had an old red chevy
Almost ZZ-Top with the Blower and All That
Anyways, one weekend he give me a ride in it
We went shooting pool at a local place
Pulled up and parked right in front of the place
Big Glass Windows
Food and Drink and a handful of Pool Tables
Couple small ones, bar sized
But mostly Full-sized
We got a table, by the hour
And shot the sh#t about what sh#t was going on
We were having fun
Minding our own business
All of a sudden
The 4 groups of two teams on the other side of the room erupted
Shouting, Hollering
Sticks Waving
W T F!!!
Me and My only ride looked at each
Stood up
And headed straight to the exit
The Sh#t was a commencing
Pool balls started to fly
That old Chevy fired up and we exited quite quickly
Looking back I saw the front door glass breaking as someone was going through it with a gaggle behind him
Me and the Chevy Owner drove to a quieter side of town
We tried to play some more but the mood was off
Lost touch with him after the hurricane
Everyone moved to different place
That is another story
This is a True Storytm IOTW
3
A couple of my squadron friends and I were at the EM Club in Pearl Harbor in the early fall of 1973 during a RIMPAC joint fleet operation with the Brits and the Aussies. Any way it turned out to be drunk fest to see which bunch of sailors, American, Brits or Aussies could out drink the others. After a while a massive bar fight broke out and chairs were flying thru the air as well as pitchers of beer and it was descending into mayhem and complete chaos. We got out of there crawling on our hands and knees heading for the exit as fast as we could just as the Shore Patrol rushed in to break it up. Thank God we got the hell out of there before the Shore Patrol arrived and started busting that bar fight up. I don’t know who was the drunkest, but my bet was on the Brits (Limeys) and the Aussies.
7
We met in a bar
Out on Chesapeake Bay
With her white patent boots
And her blouse in the veil
A table top dancer
She would smile on cue
Those lips of an angel
Angel in blue…
OK, I’M NOT SURE..MY FIRST BEER WAS WHILE IN A CAR SEAT PARKED ON TOP OF A BAR STOOL
Idiots bring babies into adult venues.
On the other hand, lots of “intelligencia” people bring their babies into abortion clinics to be killed.
Gosh I’m old. There’s like me and dirt. I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve ever had an enjoyable time at a bar. Full of stone cold losers that decide it’s their time to prove to you they are physically and mentally superior to you. I don’t miss that shit.
I’m not sure why anyone would go to a bar.
I played music in a few bars over the years, and they weren’t shithole bars… but they WERE shithole bars if you take my meaning. They are ALL shitholes. Drunks are drunks whether they wear suits or rags.
Neither is in the right. They’re both idiots. Both rude as can be.
Neighborhood bars are terrific. Pick up bars are disgusting.
I go into bars in a Montana with my kids all the time, it’s where we go to eat out. Everybody does. I don’t think I’ve seen kids in a bar after 8:30 or so. I haven’t been in a bar w/o my kids since they were born. The Stockman in Livingston used to have some of the best prime rib and NY steaks in Montana, you have to go through the bar to get to the dining room. It changed hands, I was there last year and the steak was fantastic, the prime rib, I could take it or leave it.
They’re all white so we don’t know. Until the asian comes over and sets the record straight by telling the lady to leave the mother alone. Would have been better if she were black or a tranny looking to expose itself to the baby, but in this instance we have to settle for the asian.
What? That’s exactly how things operate in Joe Biden’s America.
The lady complaining should keep her mouth shut, but when you get a few drinks under your belt it’s tough for some to keep to themselves – which is why kids should not be close to the bar.
The mom didn’t seem lit up, so there’s that.
I hope I’m not a hypocrite.
I can get drunk 7 days a week, but when I’m drunk I want to play Tonk, or throw dice. And laugh the whole time.
It’s the sober me who wants to hang everybody. Put the motherfuckers on pikes.
I remember my mom and stepfather taking me to a bar when I was maybe 6 or 7 years old. Sometimes they’d set me up with a short glass of beer. The old drunks would buy me snacks or give me quarters, and my stepfather taught me how to play pool. I grew up living with my dad so I only saw mom and stepdad a couple times a year. I never told my dad about the trips to the bar.
At 11 seconds the mother says they are waiting for the bill to leave. Everything the b***h has to say after that is just her being an a-hole. A drunk a-hole. She ain’t pretty enough to cover that ugly. Who would want that in their life an a daily basis?
Our fave local bar in Lake Geneva also had restaurant seating. Families did come there to eat, but no kids were there at closing time.
The bar owner is the ONLY 9NE whose thoughts matter.
I’ve got a couple really good bar stories. LOL. Actually one after we were married. Holy shit. I think I’m glad I’m old. Good night. Again.
smokie bar? should not do that to a kids lungs.
My uncle owned an Italian restaurant and bar.
My mother was a bartender there. She would make them Shirley Temples.
They did have a few booths to eat at. We would bring the kids in.
If it had been a dive bar with no food or relatives the kids wouldn’t have been brought in.
Here is a True Story Bar Fight Tale
Mississippi Style
There once was a neighborhood
It no longer exists today
Probably under New Exit Off Ramps and Bridges
Only lived there about a year
Pre-Hurricane
Post-Hurricane was lived in a different house
Neighbor on one side was a Navy man
Black Hole Sun he jammed when Home
Neighbor on the other was an Oil Rigger
Way out in the Ocean Rigs
Was gone 2 weeks at a time
When he was Home he worked on his cars
Had an old red chevy
Almost ZZ-Top with the Blower and All That
Anyways, one weekend he give me a ride in it
We went shooting pool at a local place
Pulled up and parked right in front of the place
Big Glass Windows
Food and Drink and a handful of Pool Tables
Couple small ones, bar sized
But mostly Full-sized
We got a table, by the hour
And shot the sh#t about what sh#t was going on
We were having fun
Minding our own business
All of a sudden
The 4 groups of two teams on the other side of the room erupted
Shouting, Hollering
Sticks Waving
W T F!!!
Me and My only ride looked at each
Stood up
And headed straight to the exit
The Sh#t was a commencing
Pool balls started to fly
That old Chevy fired up and we exited quite quickly
Looking back I saw the front door glass breaking as someone was going through it with a gaggle behind him
Me and the Chevy Owner drove to a quieter side of town
We tried to play some more but the mood was off
Lost touch with him after the hurricane
Everyone moved to different place
That is another story
This is a True Storytm IOTW
A couple of my squadron friends and I were at the EM Club in Pearl Harbor in the early fall of 1973 during a RIMPAC joint fleet operation with the Brits and the Aussies. Any way it turned out to be drunk fest to see which bunch of sailors, American, Brits or Aussies could out drink the others. After a while a massive bar fight broke out and chairs were flying thru the air as well as pitchers of beer and it was descending into mayhem and complete chaos. We got out of there crawling on our hands and knees heading for the exit as fast as we could just as the Shore Patrol rushed in to break it up. Thank God we got the hell out of there before the Shore Patrol arrived and started busting that bar fight up. I don’t know who was the drunkest, but my bet was on the Brits (Limeys) and the Aussies.
We met in a bar
Out on Chesapeake Bay
With her white patent boots
And her blouse in the veil
A table top dancer
She would smile on cue
Those lips of an angel
Angel in blue…
I’m on the HOT DRUNK MILF”S SIDE on this one.
(for obvious reasons)